Yesterday was our first full day on campus, where we ate some brunch, met our Community Adviser Joe, along with half of our floor, met a nice group of people in our college, and took a class picture while learning sports cheers. All in all, it was a very enjoyable day. And while I could tell many stories about the antics of Jack, or the issue with getting food during our Welcome Week, I want to zone in on a particular occurrence that I believe epitomized Jack's role as the social butterfly.
I will begin by stating that, in an effort to be the first off the football field after the class picture, we were eager to be the first ones on it as well, which left us (Jack, myself and our neighbor Mark) to our own devices in a cramped space for 20 minutes. And it was quite cramped. Fitting nearly 6000 people into about a third of the area of a football field isn't quite easy.
We were talking, and trying to do something more than play chopsticks, which led us to the poor decision to attempt to play ninja in this confined circle we had created about 4 feet in diameter. The first game went off without a hitch, Jack winning handily as the confined circle made dodging a blow exponentially harder. Then Mark offered we play, for lack of a better term, mini-ninja in which only the index fingers would be used or hit.
In this kind effort of ours to be more mindful of the people around us Jack nearly committed an act of blatant molestation. And no, neither Mark nor myself were the near victims, it was a nice girl named Serena behind us.
Jack, in a rather violent movement lacking much grace, was attempting to dodge one of my blows and ended up pawing this nice college freshman in the inner thigh, only inches from.. you know.
Instantly Jack apologized and tried to engage this girl in conversation. It was immediately noticeable that she was in rather good humor, but of course acting offended at the action. I apologized for my lug of a roommate, and they kept talking, finding out about her roommate, her college, that she is a volleyball player, and Jack learned this almost immediately.
It amazed me.
How does a man, a college freshman at that, essentially grope a girl, despite no intent in doing so, manage within the next 30 minutes to almost get her phone number and know where she lives? It was quite the spectacle to see how Jack instantly charmed her. And that is undeniable proof of Jack's social prowess.
In a story tangential to this one, more of an anecdote, I was waiting in line for dinner with Basel Kablawi, and he accidentally backed into a girl as she was trying to squeeze by us all. He apologized, but after she had gone by 3 or 4 steps I said, probably too loudly, "Basel, you dog!".
The girl looked back, and gave the most disgusting look I could have imagined. Luckily I don't have to act as a proper wingman quite yet.
More posts may be written about yesterday or today according to the whim of Jack and myself.
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